"Oh, baby," she gurgled. "Be careful with that thing. I don't want you to come off in your pants. Wait until we get home, please!"

"Then we better hurry," he grunted. "I know," she murmured. "Oh, God I know!" The drive was short, taking about twenty minutes, but to Donna it seemed years. Her cunt was boiling hotly and she writhed her ass against the seat. But soon she pulled into the drive and set the brake. Before she could get out, Paul grabbed his mother's hand and placed it on top of his bulging hard-on. Donna felt the throbbing of his prick against her palm, and she moaned with hungry eagerness. Pressing her hand against his cock, she leaned over and kissed him again, this time stabbing her tongue into his mouth. Paul began to suck it as he reached for his mother's tits, squeezing them and making his mother whimper with a hot desire.

She wrapped her fingers about his cock as best she could and squeezed hard, and then pulled away. "We better go in the house, darling," she said. "We could be seen."

It was only a bit after noon, and the sun was hot. As she climbed from the car, she looked around to see if any of the neighbors were about. But apparently they, were all inside their air-conditioned homes. As she unlocked the front door, Paul retrieved his suitcase and, looking at his beautiful mother, entered the house behind her. As soon as he had his suitcase on the floor and she had the door closed, they went into each other's arms, hugging tightly. Her hands moved down his back, past his waist, and clutched the tightness of her son's ass cheeks, grinding her lower body against him. His hard cock did not quite reach her cunt, but the feel of his prick against her upper thighs sent her into shivering pleasure. Grinding against him, she sucked at his tongue as he thrust it in and out of her hot, wet mouth.